Chapter 390: How does marshmallow smell like wine(10)

The voice she spoke again brought a little anxiety: "Han Zhihui, you go out, you go out of my room!"
Han Zhi returned to oblivion and even lowered his head lower and lower. With his lips getting closer and closer to her, Cheng Weiwan was nervous and closed his eyes, even tears in the corners of his eyes. come out.
Just when she thought that her first kiss would be taken away by him like this, he suddenly stopped at only a centimeter away from her lips.
Cheng Weiwan waited for a while, the expected thinness, but did not arrive, she slowly opened her eyelids.
Han Zhihui's deep eyes ran into her in surprise.
He and her looked at each other for about ten seconds, and he made a voice, with a unique sense of pride and seriousness in his tone: "I lied to you, I Han Zhihui never forced a woman."
After he finished, he continued to stare at her eyes for a little while, then slowly raised the hand on the left side of her head, and gently stroked her messy hair because she had just panicked: "I am I want you very much, but I would like you to be willing."
With that, Han Zhihui lowered his head and left a shallow kiss like a good night in Cheng Weiwan's eyebrows, and added the sentence "Good night". Then he left her easily and took a few steps back to the bed. Then the bedroom only The dim light turned on, and she said "good dream" to her gently, and left her room without looking back.
The door closed for a long time, but Cheng blinked his eyelids and recovered.
She stared at the ceiling quietly for a while, raised her hand gently, and touched her eyebrows.
There seemed to remain his breath and temperature, and with a trembling of her fingertips, she withdrew back in a hurry and hid in the bedding.
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When he walked out of the room that was not too late, he took the door, and Han Zhihui's complexion froze.
He looked at the empty corridor, stood still for a while, and then walked toward the elevator.
Arriving on the floor where he lives, he picked up the room card from the driver who was waiting in the room. After watching him leave, he found a cigarette and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night scene outside the window and smoking up silently.
The night outside the window is getting darker and darker, and the ships on the Huangpu River are gradually decreasing. When the neon lights are darkened one by one, Han Zhihui seems to have made a decision. A phone call went out: "Lin Sheng, are you ready for the things I arranged for you?"
"Mr. Han, you are all ready." The male voice on the phone stopped, and then said, "Is it going according to the original plan?"
"No..." Han Zhihui replied altogether, and after about two seconds, he said again: "...Be ahead, next month."
"So fast?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.
Han Zhihui gave a "huh", lowered his head and smoked a cigarette.
The phone was quiet for a while, and Lin Sheng spoke again, with a slight hesitation: "Mr. Han, are you really going to do this? After all, it is Cheng Weiguo who is wrong, not his daughter Cheng Weiye, and Cheng Weiye is right Her father’s affairs should be ignorant, she..."
"Don't say it, I decided that the good things will not change. If you want to blame her father's name, Cheng Weiguo!" Han Zhihui didn't wait for Lin Sheng to finish his speech, and interrupted his words with a firm tone.